Remember how attached you got to all the characters and goofy story lines on the show? Luke and Laura
(I hated that stupid headdress/veil thingy but, man, her teeth were freakishly white), Scottie, the Quartermaines... Bobbie and Dr. Noah Drake... hmm, hmm, hmm... Rick Springfield was such a fox. Later, there was Blackie Parrish- before he was Uncle Jesse, Rebecca Romijn's hub, or Dr. Tony Gates, Frisco Jones, Greg and Jenny... No, wait- that was "All My Children-" another must-see show at the time.
Anyway, remember how horrible it was to go back to school each fall and leave GH life behind? How foreign it felt to be sitting in Science listening to Mr. Wilson (who kicked the trash can like a psycho when he got angry), when your heart, mind, and soul wanted to be back in Port Charles with Luke and Laura?
You remember that, right? It's not just me, is it?
Huh? Is it, guys?
Oh, I see... Maybe it is.
Well, anyway- that's exactly how I've been feeling again lately. In an effort to become more organized and manage my time better, I've forced myself to to through my Reader folders and unsubscribe to some of the 65 blogs I was following. My goal was to cut it down to 10-15 blogs. I'm down to 29. I cannot possibly part with one more blog. I can't do it, I tell ya. I'm missing out on everything. I don't know what's going on in some of your lives now. It's worse than GH withdrawal. Much, much worse.